Damn Straight, Your Highness

Chapter 4 - I'll pass on the makeover thank you.

The days flu by insanely quick, and no I didn't punch Jet in the nose again. After he did wake up I took him to Adam who took him to the doctor. The doctor took one look at his nose and immediately declared it broken. Safe to say Jet was still mad at me for that, which is understandable. I had broken his nose, after all.

I was feeling good within myself. My strength, flexibility and posture had improved immensely since my first training session and I had gained fighting skills that made me feel like I could take down Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson. Pfft I totally could.

Today was my last session with Jet. I had gotten to know him pretty well in the two weeks of training we had done. He was the same age as Adam, had a girlfriend who works in some different sector of Redson Protection Network, had a black belt in Martial Arts and was beginning to learn the art Kung Fu.

"I... " I breathed out, short of air. "I need to stop. You're killing me here, Jet." I panted, desperately hoping, pleading with my eyes that he would allow me stop punching his fists.

He chuckled with a stupid smirk on his face that I felt like punching. I learnt my lesson previously though, and so did Jet. "I don't think so." He glanced at his watch. "10 seconds left. 9...8...7...6...5...4..." He counted down, glancing back and fourth from his watch to me. I pushed myself feeling the pain electrify up my arms, getting worse and worse the longer I went on. I wondered how he didn't get sick of holding his hands up for me to punch. I groaned in pain, the sweat falling from my forehead. The last three seconds were the worst. "3... 2... And 1!" He shouted dropping his hands from his face.

My hands dropped as I collapsed onto the blue foam mat bellow me. He had killed me in our session today, pushing me to my limits in every way possible, evil, evil Jet.

I lied back, my arms resting on my forehead, panting like a thirsty dog on a hot day.

"Nice work." He praised me, walking over to the cooler near the door.

"Thanks." I breathed out as he walked back to where I was on the ground with two ice cold bottles of water. Throwing me one, he sat down beside me as I sat up to drink.

The liquid slid down my throat, replenishing my dry, water deprived throat.

I glanced up, hearing the door creak open to reveal Adam with an exhausted smile. His face looked as if it had been previously screwed up for a few solid hours. Stress lines were concreted on his face as I observed his stressed mood. Insanely stressed mood. Which he so horribly tried to hide.

I leaned up alarmed. His face was drained of all colour as he looked between me and Jet on the ground.

"Are you feeling alright, Adam?" I wearily asked. I stood up to inspect him but he took a step but away from me. I crossed my arms, offended.

"Yeah, yeah. Just fine." He waved off his health carelessly. Stupid Adam, like you'd get past me. I narrowed my eyes as he changed the subject. "Have you guys finished your session? Because we have an appointment to get to in..." He looked at his phone. "10 minutes."

"Um, are we?"I looked over my shoulder to Jet who nodded in reply. "Yeah, all ready. Where are we off too?" I asked curiously.

Adam bounced back from his angst expression in a matter of seconds. "Uhh um..." He began. "Surprise?" He hesitantly tried.

I looked at him warningly. "Adam. Tell me, where we are going and what we are doing?" I asked once more, my voice lowering.

Adam ignored me and my gaze by looking at Jet and speaking. "Thanks for all the training, man. Appreciate it." He thanked Jet with a quick 'bro fist' or whatever they call them and shuffled me out the room quickly.